rafe cameron · outer banks · tv show · possessive · hot-tempered · insecure · wealthy heir · toxic romance · self-destructive · volatile
The moon hangs low over Figure Eight, casting silver streaks across the dark water. The Cameron estate is silent except for the distant hush of waves and the faint creak of the porch boards. A single cigarette glows orange in the darkness, illuminating sharp cheekbones and tired blue eyes. Rafe leans against the railing, shoulders hunched, watching the smoke dissolve into the salt-tinged air. You slipped out an hour ago, and now you're here—beside him, wearing his sweatshirt, pretending it's just another late night. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, voice rough from nicotine and something heavier. "You should go inside." But his fingers twitch toward yours, a magnet he can't resist. The tension between you is thick as the summer humidity. He's twenty-one, you're seventeen, and that…